The two Zhenguo Venerables of the Tang State, the national teacher Zhang Songhe and the prince of Liguo, Liu Biao, got the news and hurried to the big tent of the military camp to discuss matters with Li Yong.

From afar, hysterical cursing could be heard.

Zhang Songhe was dressed in a crimson embroidered cloud robe, his face was solemn, and when he heard this voice, he couldn't help frowning slightly:

"Your Majesty has been hit hard this time."

Liu Biao was a little annoyed and said: "Hmph, that kid is really a scourge, the old man was kind enough to recruit him before, but he killed my closed disciple with his backhand, and now he is doing such a big rebellion!" ”

"If I knew this, I should have gone to Anxi to kill him in the first place!"

Zhang Songhe sighed: "It's useless to talk about this now, who knew that this kid could be so tossed." ”

The two walked into the tent as they spoke, and a strong smell of aromatherapy and herbs came to their nostrils.

A slightly chubby man in his sixties was lying on a brocade bed, his face was yellow, his spirit was sluggish, and now he was in a rage, which made his complexion even worse.

Zhang Songhe took out a talisman and slapped it on the side of the bed, and admonished:

"Your Majesty, your soul is now damaged, and your heart is full of demons, you must abandon distracting thoughts and stop being angry."

"The king knows." Li Yong snorted, "You guys are here to discuss how to deal with Song Yun's chaotic ministers and thieves?" ”

Zhang Songhe: "Exactly, the power of luck has been accelerating its decline in the past few days, and it has been taken away too much by Song Yun!" Emperor Xuan's seal must have fallen into his hands. ”

Liu Biao also said anxiously: "We have already been injured, if we lose the blessing of luck, this battle will not be able to fight!" ”

Li Yonghu looked at the two suspiciously, "You two sing and harmonize, do you already have an idea?" ”

"That's right, we must first settle down inside, we are ready to deal with Song Yun first!"

Zhang Songhe and Liu Biao glanced at each other and slowly explained:

"Gyeonggi here is about to be a situation of chaos between countries, and no one can win in a short period of time."

"It doesn't make much sense for us to stay here, it's getting more and more dangerous."

"It's better to go to the northwest first, kill Song Yun, unite the forces of Shuofang, Hexi, and Longyou, and then expand the armament war."

"When the fight on the Chang'an side is almost over, we will come back to clean up the mess and exterminate all the invaders, and Datang will still be our Datang!"

"This—" Li Yong hesitated.

Retreating to the northwest meant giving up a large number of areas controlled by the imperial court, and also completely abandoning the capital Chang'an.

In this way, the central court exists in name only, and the royal family is in a corner of peace, and it is almost impossible to say that the country is dead.

Zhang Songhe and Liu Biao don't care, but the infamy of this lost country has to be borne by the monarch, and the cause and effect must also be borne by the monarch.

Li Yong was naturally reluctant, hesitated for a while, and never nodded.

Zhang Songhe's face was slightly cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, on the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, and the Jing army may be killed at any time, so there is no delay!"

Liu Biao, the Duke of Liguo, also said: "Your Majesty's soul is damaged, first rest assured to recuperate, these mundane affairs are up to us." ”

"You-" Li Yong was startled, staring at the two for a long time, his face changing.

The three people in the tent were all Zhenguo Venerables, two against one, Li Yong was seriously injured again, and undoubtedly lost the decision-making power.

After a long time, Li Yongcai said sullenly:

"Okay, you guys deal with it, I'm going to rest."

Liu Biao and Zhang Songhe smiled slightly, "Your Majesty Shengming! ”

When the two left the big tent, Li Yong lay on his side on the bed, clutched the sheet tightly with both hands, covered his hideous face with the quilt, gritted his teeth and said:

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, all rebellious ministers and thieves!"

……

The city of Anxi is busy.

Two veterans of the North Court commanded a thousand soldiers, carrying truckloads of bricks and tiles and timber, to build the enthronement hall.

Li Tianyue and Gao Hanqing counted the accounts and allocated materials in the back.

Song Yun didn't care about these things.

He had been staying in the cemetery hut, practicing the exercises he had traded.

Before the enthronement ceremony, if you cultivate to the peak of the grandmaster, your combat power can go to the next level.

Now that more and more Tang people know about Li Tianyue, and know that Anxi wants to restore the orthodoxy of the Tang Dynasty, the people's desire to do so, and the Qi luck value that had gradually decayed before has begun to increase again.

In this way, when the enthronement ceremony is held, he is expected to gain more combat power than the early stage of the Martial Saint!

Combined with the talents of [Takeo Zhencheng], it is enough to deal with various situations.

This enthronement ceremony cannot be smooth sailing - Song Yun is very clear about this.

A "newcomer" with no background who wants to support his own forces as early as possible will inevitably be suppressed by all parties.

But the solution is simple.

Whoever dares to suppress him, he will kill him!

If you show enough combat power, you can control the scene and the country.

As for whether Li Yong would come over to retaliate, Song Yun didn't care at all.

Anyway, sooner or later, he will have to help the Beiting Army get justice. Li Yong and Zhang Songhe, if they didn't die in the hands of Jing Jun, they would have killed themselves.

At this time, the invitation had just been sent out for a few days, and the forces of all parties did not react much, and they were still focused on the big war to carve up the Tang Kingdom.

Several Jiedu envoys in the northwest of the Tang Kingdom were taken aback and couldn't sit still at all, so they sent people to inquire about the situation.

Especially Shuo Fangdao, Zhang Xianke came in person, holding the document and invitation card in his hand, broke through the barrier of the two old soldiers, and came to the cemetery angrily.

"Song Yun! What do you mean! ”

There was a creak, and the door opened.

Song Yun, dressed in a white robe, walked out unhurriedly, and said with a smile:

"What do I mean, the text and the invitation should be very clear - restore the orthodoxy of the Tang Dynasty and liquidate Li Yong and other rebels! This is a matter of course, why is Lord Zhang angry? ”

Zhang Xianke glared and said, "What you want to do is your business, why did you pull me into the water?" ”

"Why?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

"Hmph, you sold me so many military supplies, and they were distributed a while ago, and now the northwest knows that I am trading with you!"

"And this thousand soldiers!" Zhang Xianke pointed to the busy construction site outside, "You borrowed it without explaining the reason, and you actually used it to do this kind of thing, which made others see what they thought?" ”

Song Yun laughed.

"The transaction is just to take what you need, as for what I do in Anxi, it has nothing to do with Shuofang, which Lord Zhang can rest assured."

"Of course, it would be better if Lord Zhang was willing to take refuge in Anxi, let's abandon our previous suspicions, cooperate sincerely, and create a better tomorrow for Datang."

Zhang Xianke's face sank, "I've helped you so much, but you kid still cheats me?" ”

Song Yun looked at him calmly, his smile gradually converged, and he said lightly:

"Back then, Li Yong launched a mutiny, and the envoys from all over the country basically participated in it, and I won't investigate what you did."

"The first time the Jing army attacked Anxi on a large scale, there was no reminder from the three northwestern provinces of you-I once said that I would find you to settle this account, I don't know if your subordinates have told me."

"Later, the remnants of Beiting fled to Shuofang, if you were really willing to help, the old soldiers would not have died so much."

"As for the rest of the things, they are all mutually beneficial, and I never owe you, what is there to say about that?"

"Now that I have restored orthodoxy in Anxi, the position of the three northwestern provinces is critical, and I can't let Li Yong easily absorb you."

Zhang Xianke was silent for a long time, slowly stretched out his hands, and pulled out two extraordinary chiseled gold short spears from behind his back.

"I am the peak of the Grandmaster, and with the blessing of a small amount of Qi Luck from Shuo Fang Dao, I can barely live a few moves under the hands of the Martial Saint."

"Even so, I never dared to establish myself as a king, no matter how strong the grandmaster is, he still can't compare to the Martial Saint."

"I want to see, you hairy boy, where do you have the confidence to dare to do things that only a martial saint can do!"